My Heart: A Book of Poems and Short Stories

By Xlibris US

In this book I have bared my soul. I am in essence made naked. Words are such a powerful thing, and in this piece of literature I have carefully chosen the diction to portray all my heart. In the poems, readers will be amazed by the myriad topics that are shared; love, lust, happiness anguish and even American History. Be ready to be pulled into the rawness of the emotions, pay close attention to the care given in preserving the skill and artistry of poetry while being completely vulnerable with ones emotion. In addition the short stories in this book are both emotional and entertaining. Here, in these pages you will be truly presented with a master piece.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Apr 10, 2014
• ISBN: 9781493186563

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Copyright © 2014 by T.E Henry.

ISBN:      Softcover      978-1-4931-8657-0

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Rev. date: 04/07/2014

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Contents

Author’s Note

The Birth

Mothers

I see the light

A Solitary Promise

I can see me

Life @ Twenty

Lost Sister

Fear

MY heart

The Sons and Daughters of Liberty

A Sister I Love

Brother

Your eyes cannot see

A Full Heart

Don’t wake me please

Shattered

Tax or Independence

In the Eyes of Independence

Mercantilism

Mother

Father

Silver Moon

Nothingness

Fight or Flight

Birth of a revolution

1215

Away From Death

The Declaration of Independence

The Declaration of independence

Democracy

True Happiness

I Can’t Help But Wonder

Bizarre

High Love

Later life

Ponder

Strife

The Bill of Rights

The Bill

New Beginnings

It eats away my Insides

Nocturnal

Portend

Emotions

An Organized Structure

The Weak Articles

The Constitution

Transcending

Searching for Strength

G-O-D

Redemption

I Love You

Marry Me

In search of a leader

An Epic Tragedy

The Trail Of Tears

Assured

Losing my Heart

Engagement Ring

Sporadic

Unsustainability

The journey

Evolving

From sea to Sea

Eternal regrets

Why doest thou now cry?

Richard

Love-Hate

Fatal Attacking

Destiny Calls

One Way of Life

Another way of living

Evolving Spirits

The Kiss of Hell

Wanton

Day Dream

I Live in my Head

There is nothing more

Karma-Jasmine-You-Me

More Maybe There is Something

Progress is a disease

In-sane Scroll-lock

I’m Where I am now

The reality of Longing

Half In-love

True love

Confused to Duty

Clandestine

Seems like Day

Beauty

Secrets

Up or Down

Decay

Forgiveness

Far beyond

Ingredients

Not out doors

Things I feel

Surprised by truth

Fumble

I Feel Like Crying

Instead of Going On

The sent of joy

Impact

The glass Isn’t Half Full,

It’s Half Empty

Profound Feelings

I am

He Took It

Where do you belong

Fait

Rapture

Help

Relief

Bad Luck

Reality Bites

Comportment

The Pursuit of Happiness

Chem.

Smile

Love

Bonita, Oscar

My life

Metaphors

Gotta make him mine

Say It

Hard to get hold of

Still Hard to Hold

Nine

Getting On

Love and Life

Home

Visits

Here Again

Keep From Crying

Gates

Existent

One Day

Wet inside

Nostalgia

Effects

Reality Bites Part deux

Haikus

SHORT STORIES

Stranger to her Lover

Breaking the Ice

The Love Of Samson

Behind Myself

A Tale Telling Brook

Island Life

You Complete Me

Hughes Robinson Owens Wells

Life is an Interview of Lasting Impressions

The case of Love Rocks vs. Love sucks

She had no Dreams

Author’s Note

It was extremely difficult for me to choose a favorite poem. I felt the power and the emotion of each and every word in each individual poem. I worked hard to convey complete emotional honesty in each poem. However, I was able to choose a few that for me stood out more so than others.

black.jpg    I see the light

black.jpg    A solitary promise

black.jpg    I can see me

black.jpg    Fear

black.jpg    My heart

black.jpg    High love

black.jpg    Nocturnal

black.jpg    Karma-Jasmine-you me

black.jpg    I’m where I am now

black.jpg    Far beyond

black.jpg    Fumble

black.jpg    Home

black.jpg    One day

It is my deepest hope that you will be able to find your favorite poem or short story in this book; one that reflects either who you are or where you have come from. Choose wisely, for words can be deceiving.

The Birth

Before its freedom there was a war,

And before that war there was the

French and Indian war.

Rumors dispersed of its coming,

Songs of regrets the British would soon be humming.

The colonist acknowledged their wrongs,

For they had willfully provoked the Indians.

Going west was wrong,

Going west was forbidden,

For going west beyond the Appalachian

Foresaw inevitable war.

The British sailed a land their laws,

Inscribed with infinite wisdom.

The stamp Act, the Quartering Act,

Laws shouting aloud the British furious roars.

The colonist responded with violent revolts,

Once again birthing a war.

But this was the war for liberty,

Banishing the British from the thirteen shores.

Monarchy rule, this war would end,

Freeing the colonies.

The thirteen then became a country,

The birth of America.

Mothers

When youth provides no foresights

And the world no guidance,

There you are, my mother, always here to love me.

Sometimes I fall astray,

And the path begins to fade,

Leaving me with no embrace,

Yet there you are ready to love me.

My happy times I owe to you,

In sad times your voice comforts,

My anger was of no consequence,

For here you are-still loving me.

I see the light

Lovelessness is never chosen

It is always unknowingly walked into.

Lifelessness is always present

Ready to change you forever.

The only life upon the earth

Which breaths oxygen

And never worries about loveless,

Lifelessness, is a rose.

It will bloom on time,

Serve its purpose and die,

Never asking the reasons why.

Lovelessness is a disease

That sickens my core.

I hide amidst a field of roses,

Even there it still seeks me out,

It always knows exactly where I am.

It forces me to choose.

Love or life that is the choice,

I cannot have one without the other.

If I were a rose

I would not conceive these thoughts

They simply would not matter.

As a human they are present

Eating at every thought.

Life ceases without love,

Love does not exist without life.

A Solitary Promise

I promise to see money

For what it really is,

I will love you with or without it.

I promise to take life one day at a time,

I will be here for you whenever you need me.

I promise never to give up on us,

For there might be many more struggles.

I promise to be a kinder person,

Sometimes putting me second.

I promise to laugh more at life,

Hopefully we will laugh together.

I promise to love you forever,

For yours is the one love

Of which I have always been certain.

I promise to put God before you,

For he holds the destiny of our souls.

I promise to go to Sunday service,

Hopefully you will be there too.

I promise to stop and hug you more,

I probably don’t do it enough.

I promise to share this slice of bread

With you,

Even if it is the last I have.

I promise to honor my word,

You are obligated to be grateful.

What are your solitary promises.

I can see me

Today I stood before myself

And accepted what I saw,

I loved the person looking back,

Even all her flaws.

The sun shun without my approval,

And that did not depress me.

Life is perpetual,

If not me she would carry on.

The hours passed into night,

And though my fears of the unknown

Were still fresh upon my heart,

I no longer forsake my soul.

They were there morning to night,

They were my reminders of life,

My memory of good and bad times.

Tonight I sat upon my bed,

Looking down at my dangling legs,

Not knowing not fearing.

For the first time my day became clear,

Each step connected and aided the next.

The girl I saw staring back was not her,

I sensed I no longer needed her to

Carry on.

I knew I would never again need her,

She was me and I was her,

Together for the first time.

Life @ Twenty

Growing up is never easy

I decided after twenty years of living.

I found that my sprite

Had broken free from my soul.

The union left un-amenable.

My sprite felt as free as a cool

Night’s breeze upon the ocean’s waves.

My soul felt trapped in confusion

And discontent.

Life at twenty bared a bottomless void,

It was an abyss I sought to close,

But was left torn apart.

For my sprite was free

My soul was not.

When my sprite smiled,

My soul frowned.

When my sprite gave up,

My soul sought to fight harder.

Try again,

Was my soul’s matto.

If it doesn’t make you happy,

It’s meaningless,

My sprite was convinced.

Life at twenty felt like something

The cat coughed up.

Lost Sister

How long a star I stare,

To beg a look upon your face.

A sister long lost for five years.

How long I gaze upon the night,

And wish your health as good as mine.

And still you were not to be found,

Your physical form made amidst.

In memory you live and receive my love,

In full abundance of its pleasures.

Now look I upon your face,

A wordless mind my tongue made spiritless to speak,

For joy as captured its strength,

Leading my happiness to tears.

Joy unyielding and untarnished,

Lives in my heart for you.

And five years now I view as five minutes,

Which has brought me back to you.

Come let me kiss your cheeks,

And that of your baby’s.

A child I’ve loved unknown for five years since,

A child whose arrival I loved in my heart.

Words still have not returned to my mind,

And five days passed since our reunion.

Happy is my heart, blissful as the sun.

Fear

Unexpectedly it came,

Rushing through the night like a game.

Morbid though it may,

I can clearly say,

Nothing eats more at my heart.

Who shall ease the sorrow,

Or lend a soul for me to borrow.

Morbid though it may,

It is still my heart’s desire.

There still lives,

A light long foreseen,

For even the most benevolent.

Still I saw nothing more to desire,

Nothing more my lips to say.

As sure is my heart benevolent,

In my